Those who drag forth
By those [angels] who extract with violence
And [by] those who remove with ease
And [by] those who glide [as if] swimming
And those who race each other in a race
And those who arrange [each] matter,
On the Day the blast [of the Horn] will convulse [creation],
There will follow it the subsequent [one].
Hearts, that Day, will tremble,
Their eyes humbled.
They are [presently] saying, "Will we indeed be returned to [our] former state [of life]?